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I should have known something was wrong on Wednesday. Both mower batteries ran out right when I got near the garden. Then the string trimmer ran out of string. Did I take the hint and retire for the day? No, I re-threaded the trimmer, charged the batteries and powered on…into a nest of ground bees.

It didn’t take long before I was at Urgent Care getting prednisone and Benedryl injections. The photo is what the Benedryl shot did to me.

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Now I am the latest, unhappy member of the Epi-Pen Club. I know I’m not the only one out there, but this is all very unfamiliar to me. I’ve had anaphylactic reactions before, but no one has taken me seriously when I talked about them. This time the doctors actually saw it, and I think their responses are freaking me out.

I picked up my pens at the pharmacy today, and I was surprised at how large they are. I’m trying to picture me carrying them everywhere I go. And then, where do you keep them so they are easy to get to? How do you know for sure when to use them? If anyone would like to share their experiences, I would be happy to learn.

For now the pens are still in their pharmacy bag sitting on my desk. I mean, if I ignore them, the problem will go away, right?

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I’ll guard the door. No bees will get in here!

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Murphy has been very attentive to me this week. I think he realizes I don’t feel well.